So long

Too long I have been waiting for him,

My heart yearns for him,

Him in my arms when I sweetly sleep,

Kissing his soft tender lips,

Twenty long painful years.

Waiting for Odysseus to,

Come back,

To return to my loving arms,

His guile and my formidable admiration,

Kept me from weakly believing he is dead.

Oh how I blindly hope he is alive

Safe and not in peril please let him be,

Beautiful Athena!

Make him stronger then me,

Let him not be ravenously plundered in Poseidon's depths.

The evil men

Who have taken apart my house and home,

Constantly tell vile stories of their battles in that once was power,

Which has succumbed to the Greeks,

All for one beguiling woman.

Would have my dearest Odysseus

Go to battle for me?

Could he take his embroidered arm and shield?

Viciously fight for the woman he said he loved?

Is he still faithful to our marriage?

Questions snare me everyday.

Telemachus,

Has not taken a liking to these disdained men,

Afraid he will brutally murder them all, I am,

And dishonor the Greek code,

Gave him a strong chiding,

When he reached for his father's bow.

Not now, not in the future,

Can I marry anyone of these men,

Until my dearest son,

Begins his first beard and only then,

Will I consider,

I must stay true,

Even if my Odysseus has not.

Ya, I diffently got an A+ on this man. :